Another spectacle that depresses tha male and makes him fear women, and therefore hate them, is that of a woman looking another woman up and down, to see what she is wearing. The cold, flat look that comes into a woman's eyes when she does this, the swift coarsening of her countenance, and the immediate evaporation from it of all humane quality make the male shudder. He is likely to go to his stateroom or his den or his private office and lock himself in for hours. I know of one man who suprised that look in his wife's eyes and never afterward would let her come near him. If she started toward him, he would dodge behind a table or a sofa, as if he were engaging in some unholy game of tag. That look, I believe, is one reason men disappear, and turn up in Tahiti or the Arctic or the United States Navy.

Not really funny. Kind of like saying that an acidic belch emitted the morning after eating a late-night batch of delicious chile rellenos tastes good. I suppose that Kwistopher's set the bar so low that even if he drunkenly stumbles over it, it seems a momentous achievement.